i hate love

crossroads

there are times when u feel u could have behaved a little better,that u could hav managed a smile somehow..U r frightened to turn back and look at ur past,all the treaden paths,some where the grass has still not grown back.u r afraid u might see something now that u had missed earlier.u feel like making a change in almost all the greyed out scenes.but alas! u cant and there strarts the difficulty,the itching in ur heart..

u become conscious while u walk thru the road alone,u have a nasty feeling inside that people are noticing u,the way u walk,the way u hav dressed and all such crap...u walk as if u dont care much,but wonder inside whether ur friends feel the same.after seeing an inspirational movie(which are very hard to come by these days) u decide on ur own that u r going to do something good and worthy for urself and for the country but u stay short of telling ur friends becos u know that they r not going to take u seriously and neither are u.u realise that the job u r doing is nowhere of wat u had thought about.u get heartbroken when u realise someday that the ones u thought were friends were more selfish than u.and then u tend up to call those old comrades whom u had comfortably forgotten for the new ones.sometimes ,very rarely, u stare out through ur window and think about ur parents,and of how lucky u r to b blessed with them..a tear rolls down ur cheek.u understand that everything else u have gained stands so small when compared with the love u ' earned' from ur mom.

behold it whatever may come..
that true love is what truimphs at last
you may be hated by most
but see to it that you love them the most

these days the way is leading to spirituality...

ofcourse the paths are strewn with rocks and litter but have to reach the destination.

the destination of self realisation.do u think god has been partial?good to some and bad to others.yes i too think so.but there would be some reason for that right?if i knew that he was taking a test,i would have worked hard to pass..... atleast copied from my neighbour..but he gives a surprise test na....i admit he does everything with a good intention,but wat the hell did he think when he created me?he would be sitting at the top plush sofa and watching me rght now as i scribble these nonsences."wat the f#@K is wrong with this idiot"he jus thought now...he he like i care!!

would he mind if i write something bad about him?or will he bless me with something good if i praise him a little....